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Peter Colin Snelson d 2015 - Eulogy (John Snelson)
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G’day. I’m Peter’s kid brother John. Kitchen Towel
On behalf of the family, I would like to thank you all for coming along today, I know many of you have travelled from afar (Scotland, the Lake District, Wales, the Severn Valley) – and many of you have taken time away from work.
Most of you will have spent more time with Pete than I have over recent years as I have lived in Australia since 1971. So I am going to tell you a little bit about Pete in his early years. Stuff that you may not know !!!!
Peter and I were quite close, yet …… almost opposites.
Blood brothers yet poles apart in everything, including sport, education, religion, careers, politics, noses, haircuts and er, um - shaving habits … and 12,000 miles
Peter was born on 27th September 1942 – at Broadgreen Hospital. We lived with Mum & Dad in BPA until we left, Pete to get married and me to Oz. Our Dad was a hospital secretary at Rainhill, Barrowmore and Deva - and mum a book keeper.
Dad had played a few times in goal for the Everton ‘A’ team in the early 30s … so Pete became a Liverpool Football Club Supporter … this remained his passion throughout his life. I became an Evertonian. You can imagine what this meant around the dinner table … yes, this was where the aggravation began.
The brotherly love was forever expressed in winding each other up. Mr Smarty Pants and Mr. Grumpy, we were “The Bebington Brothers Grimm” - The Silver Fox meets Mr. Hairy-Face.
Peter went to Northway Primary on Bowring Park Road - I went to Joseph Williams in Belle Vale – so he went North and I went South … and so our lives continued.
Grammar Schools, Peter went north to the Collegiate – I southward to The Institute. Good chess player – Cadets at The Collegiate - Played the violin, woefully.
We were a sporting family … although again full of opposites. Peter was a pretty good batsman - well he had to be, his kid brother was a crash hot spin bowler. I might add that he would have been delighted to keep winding me up about this week’s 1st Test Match. Don’t worry though, Fr Nick has already had a go at me.
Pete was right handed but kicked a football with his left. Crazy man. He played on the left wing. I played right back ! One of the great pleasures in life was skittling my big brother off the pitch with a probably illegal, hospital-caliber sliding tackle.
One of the funniest things I can remember was watching Peter go to school one winter’s day when it was snowing. Pete went out the gate wearing his full Army uniform, including those huge boots and a magnificent full length Great Coat and beret …. Carrying no, not a gun but his violin case … he looked like a cross between, Captain Oates walking out on Scotts Last Expedition and Al Capone.
Pete’s first job was with Bent’s Brewery during which he acquired a taste for the industry – then he worked for Walkers, Allied Breweries, Whitbread’s, Boddington’s and John Willy Lees - finally as Membership Development Mgr for the British Innkeepers Assn.
Peter fell in love with the Lake District. He loved the hills and places like Grasmere, Skelwith Bridge, the Langdales and Elterwater - walking over Helvellyn via Striding Edge to Patterdale over the Langdales to Wastwater. In fact he loved that part of England so much that I think he and Joan spent their honeymoon in Grasmere. I guess there wasn’t a lot of fell walking that holiday.
Pete was spending the 60s with his two passions … his new and lifelong love, Joan and of course Liverpool FC, although not always in that order.
Pete was loud, sometimes embarrassingly so. He’d be watching football on TV alone – all alone in his house - and the neighbours would hear him cheering.
We went to Majorca in 1966. My mates and I spent our time on the beach, chatting up the crumpet, generally misbehaving. Meanwhile, Pete was in the bar drinking a few Cuba Libres and Lumumbas - and watching all the games in the World Cup. His was the loudest cheer in Spain when Bobbie Moore lifted up the World Cup.
Pete and technology never met. To be fair, he was always too busy with family and football - I bought him an electric drill - it never left the box. Mobile phones were a mystery for Pete – ask his best mate Jimmy … and computers, hey, who needs ‘em ?
Pete loved his garden, modest though it is … today it is in full bloom - asters, roses, chrysanthemums, lavender, sweet peas. Not to be beaten, he even has an Australian glaucus eucalyptus globulus tree in his garden. He was very competitive !
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Pete married Joan in …. 1969, I know, I was there as the best man. 44 years of marriage.
My favourite nephew Paul = 1971 and my favourite niece Clare = 1973.
Pete was a man of passion – his family is a fine tribute to him.
Paul, Clare, Emma and Brian and grandchildren Joseph, Samuel, Daisy and Tobias will be supporting Joan in the years ahead as will his many friends. I can tell you too that the family in Australia will be in regular touch now and always … I am referring of course to Bonnie, James, Jane and Pete’s kid brother.
My daughter Bonnie writes from Australia about 3 hours ago with this lasting memory
”His voice was big, his silver mane was luscious and his slippers were glorious”.
We will miss you Pete – we have lost a lovely man.
John Snelson
Tuesday, 14 July 2015, 3:59:54 PM
On behalf of the family, I would like to thank you all for coming along today, I know many of you have travelled from afar (Scotland, the Lake District, Wales, the Severn Valley) – and many of you have taken time away from work.
Most of you will have spent more time with Pete than I have over recent years as I have lived in Australia since 1971. So I am going to tell you a little bit about Pete in his early years. Stuff that you may not know !!!!
Peter and I were quite close, yet …… almost opposites.
Blood brothers yet poles apart in everything, including sport, education, religion, careers, politics, noses, haircuts and er, um - shaving habits … and 12,000 miles
Peter was born on 27th September 1942 – at Broadgreen Hospital. We lived with Mum & Dad in BPA until we left, Pete to get married and me to Oz. Our Dad was a hospital secretary at Rainhill, Barrowmore and Deva - and mum a book keeper.
Dad had played a few times in goal for the Everton ‘A’ team in the early 30s … so Pete became a Liverpool Football Club Supporter … this remained his passion throughout his life. I became an Evertonian. You can imagine what this meant around the dinner table … yes, this was where the aggravation began.
The brotherly love was forever expressed in winding each other up. Mr Smarty Pants and Mr. Grumpy, we were “The Bebington Brothers Grimm” - The Silver Fox meets Mr. Hairy-Face.
Peter went to Northway Primary on Bowring Park Road - I went to Joseph Williams in Belle Vale – so he went North and I went South … and so our lives continued.
Grammar Schools, Peter went north to the Collegiate – I southward to The Institute. Good chess player – Cadets at The Collegiate - Played the violin, woefully.
We were a sporting family … although again full of opposites. Peter was a pretty good batsman - well he had to be, his kid brother was a crash hot spin bowler. I might add that he would have been delighted to keep winding me up about this week’s 1st Test Match. Don’t worry though, Fr Nick has already had a go at me.
Pete was right handed but kicked a football with his left. Crazy man. He played on the left wing. I played right back ! One of the great pleasures in life was skittling my big brother off the pitch with a probably illegal, hospital-caliber sliding tackle.
One of the funniest things I can remember was watching Peter go to school one winter’s day when it was snowing. Pete went out the gate wearing his full Army uniform, including those huge boots and a magnificent full length Great Coat and beret …. Carrying no, not a gun but his violin case … he looked like a cross between, Captain Oates walking out on Scotts Last Expedition and Al Capone.
Pete’s first job was with Bent’s Brewery during which he acquired a taste for the industry – then he worked for Walkers, Allied Breweries, Whitbread’s, Boddington’s and John Willy Lees - finally as Membership Development Mgr for the British Innkeepers Assn.
Peter fell in love with the Lake District. He loved the hills and places like Grasmere, Skelwith Bridge, the Langdales and Elterwater - walking over Helvellyn via Striding Edge to Patterdale over the Langdales to Wastwater. In fact he loved that part of England so much that I think he and Joan spent their honeymoon in Grasmere. I guess there wasn’t a lot of fell walking that holiday.
Pete was spending the 60s with his two passions … his new and lifelong love, Joan and of course Liverpool FC, although not always in that order.
Pete was loud, sometimes embarrassingly so. He’d be watching football on TV alone – all alone in his house - and the neighbours would hear him cheering.
We went to Majorca in 1966. My mates and I spent our time on the beach, chatting up the crumpet, generally misbehaving. Meanwhile, Pete was in the bar drinking a few Cuba Libres and Lumumbas - and watching all the games in the World Cup. His was the loudest cheer in Spain when Bobbie Moore lifted up the World Cup.
Pete and technology never met. To be fair, he was always too busy with family and football - I bought him an electric drill - it never left the box. Mobile phones were a mystery for Pete – ask his best mate Jimmy … and computers, hey, who needs ‘em ?
Pete loved his garden, modest though it is … today it is in full bloom - asters, roses, chrysanthemums, lavender, sweet peas. Not to be beaten, he even has an Australian glaucus eucalyptus globulus tree in his garden. He was very competitive !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pete married Joan in …. 1969, I know, I was there as the best man. 44 years of marriage.
My favourite nephew Paul = 1971 and my favourite niece Clare = 1973.
Pete was a man of passion – his family is a fine tribute to him.
Paul, Clare, Emma and Brian and grandchildren Joseph, Samuel, Daisy and Tobias will be supporting Joan in the years ahead as will his many friends. I can tell you too that the family in Australia will be in regular touch now and always … I am referring of course to Bonnie, James, Jane and Pete’s kid brother.
My daughter Bonnie writes from Australia about 3 hours ago with this lasting memory
”His voice was big, his silver mane was luscious and his slippers were glorious”.
We will miss you Pete – we have lost a lovely man.
John Snelson
Tuesday, 14 July 2015, 3:59:54 PM